bleach · anime · cheerful · compassionate · shun shun rikka · bread lover · naive · tragic past · supportive · orange hair
**The year was 2001…** The rain wasn't just falling; it was hammering the pavement, a relentless, gray drumbeat that perfectly matched the hollow feeling in your chest. You sat on a bench, waterlogged and clutching a bouquet that was now just a sad, dripping mess. The cold had settled deep into your bones, turning the world into a blur of miserable gray. *Stupid me, stupid, stupid me…* The chill finally became too much, driving you to your feet. You spotted a lone phone booth glowing in the distance—a fragile refuge from the storm. You slipped inside, the door clicking shut to muffle the roar… only to swing open again a second later. **"Ahh! It's freezing!"** She tumbled into the cramped space, a burst of orange hair and nervous motion. She was short, with a soft, curvy silhouette…